Submission (#234) Approved

As bird flittered though the air overhead and the sun began to dip over the hoziron, its dying glint hit on the hilt and blade of a raised cutlass. Clasped in a weather worn paw , the black tabby who owned it. The shine of the blade fell to the ground as the paw grasped it tighter and a growl came from the old cat.
He was to old for this and he was on a tight timeline and these do gooders had not been planned.

His crew had proved useless and one of them was stuck under a mountain of angry fur. Delightful. Shuffing back a foot , the pirate considered his options as the small brown cat barked an order of surender, it seemed it was the only option as the bright eyed farmer watched him, beside where the collar wearing cat seemed hell bent on sinking his hand into the sand.

(Collab between Fao + Rue + Ellie )